BUT this show had just WAY too much thrown at it.  It had broken-up projections covering the entire upstage wall – broken into small screens that did more in distracting the audience from the actors then helping to understand what was happening to them.  They had, for want of a better word, a “prompter”, fully lit sitting in the front row following the script – connected – I guess to the ear pieces that each of the two actors wore – although I cannot imagine the two actors would ever require prompting.  At times the actors spoke to the audience from corded mics on stands or on a desk that they set across from.  They wore black jumpsuits which made them look like industrial workers.  Cynthia Nixon played multiple characters – many that were not necessary to the story, i.e. a nail technician.  Props were very oddly used – as a vape was used by Cynthia Nixon in a most unbelievable way as she clearly didn’t want to use it – and a removable nose ring she used to play a nail technician – one that kept falling off until she smartly decided to pocket the whole thing.  The other thing that  pulled me out of the play was the graphic sexuality of the play.  When you have Cynthia Nixon playing a gay man asking to be fisted and wanting even more gay sex it is just too much even for the most season theatre goer.  

The end of the show gave us a sweet reconciliation between mother and son – but, man, did we have to slog through a mess of a performance art of a piece to get there.